Chapter 3
Erik
A few hours later we were all driving down the road in a big limo. Everyone, includin Knuckles. There wasn't much scenery on the way. A few buildings, a few trees, and a lot of dirt. The road was dirt, as a matter of fact. It really doesn't seem like someone rich would live in this type of place.
The limo was cool, though. It had so much space! Individual CD players, drinks, food, and leather seats!
At one time, we passed a really wrecked up house. It wasn't completely trashed, but it had a lot of holes and windows broken. It was a big house, not as big as a mansion, but a good sized house.
"What's that house?" I asked, pointing at it.
Everyone looked toward it.
"Dunno," they said.
"It couldn't possibly be the Thwaites' house . . . They're rich, aren't they? They would definately fix it up," Hardrive said.
"True, true . . ." I said.
Erik
A few hours later we were all driving down the road in a big limo. Everyone, includin Knuckles. There wasn't much scenery on the way. A few buildings, a few trees, and a lot of dirt. The road was dirt, as a matter of fact. It really doesn't seem like someone rich would live in this type of place.
The limo was cool, though. It had so much space! Individual CD players, drinks, food, and leather seats!
At one time, we passed a really wrecked up house. It wasn't completely trashed, but it had a lot of holes and windows broken. It was a big house, not as big as a mansion, but a good sized house.
"What's that house?" I asked, pointing at it.
Everyone looked toward it.
"Dunno," they said.
"It couldn't possibly be the Thwaites' house . . . They're rich, aren't they? They would definately fix it up," Hardrive said.
"True, true . . ." I said.
